In this brave new world of corrosive alterna-facts and neo-nuclear heebie-jeebies, let us give thanks for Kendrick Lamar, a rapper brave enough to mop up Americas most pungent funk and blast it back in verbal laser light, sea to shining sea. <\/p>\n
On his extrasensory new album, DAMN., our hero outlines the ills of the nation Its murder on my street, your street, backstreets, Wall Street, corporate offices, banks, employees and bosses with homicidal thoughts then points his finger at a really bad dude: Donald Trump is in office. Hes spraying red-hot invective, but his voice is a minty cool spritz. As the world grows more disordered, his vision clears. <\/p>\n
And who better to trust than a California dreamer who can see beyond the madness of the moment while his Reeboks are still planted in it? For all of the introspection and self-doubt that makes Lamars body of work feel so exceptional, DAMN. radiates certitude from the tracklist outward. The albums song titles are one word apiece, rendered in capital letters and stamped with a period. So yes, hes still expressing the complexity of his humanity Watch my soul speak, he instructs during the staccato chest-puffs of HUMBLE. but, this time, with machinelike mettle. <\/p>\n
Also new: The music surrounding his voice feels uncluttered, giving Lamar the opportunity to clear a few things up, including the fact that his politics which earned him a reputation as one of popular musics premiere zeitgeist-wranglers were never a pose. Last LP, I tried to lift the black artists, he raps during the climax of ELEMENT., citing To Pimp a Butterfly, his 2015 opus which became the unofficial soundtrack of the Black Lives Matter movement, but its a difference between black artists and wack artists. <\/p>\n
Lyrically, the album establishes an old-school, shuffle-resistant continuity that connects one song to the next. Early in the proceedings, a sample of Geraldo Rivera interrupts the propulsion of DNA., during which the somehow-still-talking head scolds Lamar for protesting police brutality: This is why I say that hip-hop has done more damage to young African-Americans than racism in recent years. On the next track, YAH., Lamar calmly bites back, accusing Riveras network of attacking him to goose ratings: Fox News wanna use my name for percentage. On the very next cut, ELEMENT., Lamar rues the fact that all my grandmas dead, so aint nobody praying for me, then repeatedly reminds us that aint nobody praying for him on the following track, FEEL. And so on and so forth, until DAMN. begins to feel like one continuous gush of rhythmic-rhyming thought, connected to the world, but ultimately connected to itself. <\/p>\n
As a lyricist, Lamars gift remains extraordinary. You know it, I know it, and he knows it, too. I dont love people enough to put my faith in men, he confesses on PRIDE., a song addressing morality, mortality, God and craft. I put my faith in these lyrics. To believe in his words is to be dazzled by them. <\/p>\n
And if you really want to make your cranium spin, cue up FEEL. and hold on tight during the five seconds it takes for Lamar to shuffle the following 18 words: Look, I feel heartless, often off this, feeling of falling, of falling apart with darkest hours, lost it. Looks clunky on paper, but itll make your eardrums dizzy. And thats the funny thing: Hes rhyming about what it feels like to go flying off the rails with a virtuosity that suggests hes incapable of losing control. <\/p>\n
So yeah, sure, Kendrick is the GOAT, blah-blah-blah, who cares. The perpetual conversation about whether this man is the Greatest Rapper Who Ever Crip-Walked Gods Green Earth only threatens to monopolize our attention and limit our listening. And theres always more to listen for in Lamars music especially in his voice, which often expresses his humanity as vividly as his verses do. <\/p>\n
He deploys different tones across DAMN., establishing varying degrees of intimacy along the way, but Lamars default timbre remains that raspy half-shout, where his throat sounds dry and his mouth sounds wet. You can hear wisdom and desire in that voice, regardless of the words hes forming. Hes hoarse from rebuking the universe, but still salivating, eager to tell you more. <\/p>\n
Lamar knows his instrument, because he knows his body, because he knows himself. The closer we listen that soul speak, the better we can each understand our own. <\/p>\n
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